SchizoMania

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Being your kid =/= Totally understanding me

You see, that's the problem with most parents.

They think that if you are their kid, they know you inside out.

And that's bullshit. Total, utter bullshit.

Alright, my mom gave me a lecture on my 'problems.

a) My lack of emotions
b) My unwillingness to help around the house
c) Me being illogical by accusing them of stuff.

She thinks me being borderline emotionless is me trying to be cool.
...
Okay, what?
I'm not trying to cool. That's because in Primary School, I was pretty much the butt of all jokes. It's a natural thing. Being emotionless means never being hurt, or never showing it at least, so it's harder for people to know what gets to you.

She says my unwillingness to help around the house is because I'm uncaring.
That's...Partially right.
But the main reason is that I'm afraid to mess things up. I hate being wrong.

And me being illogical?
FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, I FREAKIN' PREACH LOGIC!

She wants me to ask my 'conscience' (Emo: He's been disposed of, by the way) about what I do. The problem is that I'm more than likely to rationalize to make myself right, so it doesn't work. It's human nature.

Oh...

And she thinks Samuel, my sister, and basically everyone else is better than me.

Then fucking adopt them, throw me out, who gives a shit, definitely no one would care, eh?

Heh. The one problem I had with that was her not saying it out straight. She tried to hide it by twisting her sentences...But I can see through it.

It's so obvious.

And the final straw was saying that I don't understand the songs I listen to.

That really added napalm to the fire.

I do understand. I research everything. I know what I listen to, I know what I say, I know what I do.

Knowledge before Action. Catchy, yea?

Subconscious: Ooo...Ego took another hit.

Yea, thought so.

One-week holiday now.

Somehow I wish there was school. I'd rather be with my...Friends than my family. At least they know me more.

What's really amazing is that I never met face-to-face one of my closest friends.

School seems so much warmer and friendly than home now. Maybe it's because people there actually um...Know me better?

And any teacher reading this...Better don't tell my parents.

Or bad, bad, bad things will happen.

-SCHIZO-

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